Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

The blue it speaks so
It's like the beauty, one can barely
Or too much things dropped in hand
And there's a green like the peace in your heart

underneath the sheets of ashy snow
And there's a blue like where the urban go, very bright
Now the Calder mobile tips a biomorphic
Then it swings its dangling pieces, round to other paintings

behavior is so male
It's like, you can't yourself to me
I think, I'll ask to tea
For his flowers are as as they are all the time

And the sunlight sets the furniture
It's a pleasant as far as people go, how far do they go?
his roses are perfect and his words have no wings
I know what he can give me and I like to know things

I met her at the
She said, "I don't know what he to me
I just he affected me
An effect not his art, I believe"

The starts and we are in the know
He had so to say but more to show and ain't that true of life?
So we for a person who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his 'til we sensed that we had lost

A and I in a museum room
She says, "Look at Mark Rothko's
Did you know his suicide?"
Some folks born with a foot in the grave but not me, of course

And she smiles as if to say, in the know
she names a coffee place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate but the wash away
In a world of kind pedestrians seen enough today